You're back...
You have returned and I am relieved.
This family welcomes you with open arms.
I sense the same feelings that I have, within you.
You resent the hugs, the acts of love, and I know that it is for similar reasons.
(But it is in fact nothing serious!)
You offer open arms to me and I accept your embrace, with pleasure.
I missed you.
Sometimes I hate how I can see parts of you in myself, but then I remember what a beautiful person you are and I am okay.
You are a beautiful person and I am okay.
I admire you and I am okay.
*I missed you.

He asks her to write a song for him,
She composes for him, her poetry...
                                                      ­  
                                                        He asks her to tell him a bed-time story
                                                        Sh­e lulls him with her poetry...

He asks her to sing a song for him,
She recites to him her poetry...

                                                     ­            He asks her to dance with him,
                                                            ­   She moves him with her poetry...
                                                  
He asks her, to be his girl.
She smiles, *and gives him her poetry...

we stargaze because we know the answers we need are not on earth

I'm addicted to something
I haven't tried
I don't know what to do
I can't get it off my mind.
It comes in all forms
sugars, powders, plants, liquids too
I want it in my system
I'm often very blue.
Make my temperature rise
And my heart beat slow
I don't care what it is
Just let me go.
I need something to cope
I need something to see
But ultimately,
I want to go back to being me.

I do not know how to feel,
I do not know how to function,
But at least I no-longer dream,
Of serious self-destruction.

I dream of living anxiety-free,
I dream of compassion, of care,
I dream of being able to breathe,
Without choking on fresh air.